The Great Library of Palanthas

Astinus' Office

Dominating the center of this room is a massive birch desk. Legend claims this desk has supported the thousands of volumes of history Astinus has recorded. A large pot of ink, a container of sharpened quills, and a candelabra complete the desks decorations. Small windows line the room, allowing light to trickle in and gently illuminate the entire room. A comfortable couch rests against the west wall. Tapestries hang on the walls between the windows. Shelves line the walls, filled with tomes of the more recent records of heroes and villians upon the face of Krynn.

The librarian notices you aren't reading anything...
Astinus hands a metal bound tome to an Aesthetic standing by you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Elhonna' scribed in glowing blue ink.
As you glance down at the page you read..

From the pages of Elhonna's book..

Author: Elhonna
Date: Wed Apr 21 18:23:33 2010
Subject Elhonna T'salen, Quen Illumini's Devout
A look of bewilderment crossed Elhonna, the young half-elf's face
as she entered the great and holy city of Palanthas. Never before
had she found herself among such grandeur, and hussle and bussle
of a large city.
"This certainly doesn't look anything like my home," she thought
to herself. She began to recall the wolderness in which she was
raised. Large trees, thick underbrush, babbling streams and various
forms of creatures both large and small was what her home land
consisted of. The majority of the fold that lived in her small
village were that of half-elven out casts, and other down-trodden
peoples whom fled their home lands due to some form of scrutiny or
another. They were a close community, everyone knew everyone and
would gather every day to share their evening meal.
Thinking of her home brought in a flood of emotion; she missed those
closest to her, an elderly half-elf in particular who went by the name
of Xraphercy. He was the village's healer and holy man who taught
all that he came into contact with about the word of the Gods of good,
and the hope they gave to all kind. Mishakal being his patron diety,
he was most wise in Her ways, and deeds.
Fascinated to the core about Xraphercy's craft and knowledge, she
clung to him like a lost puppy and learned whatever she could by his
example and teachings. Elhonna rarely left his company as he quickly
became the father she ever knew.
One day, not long ago, Xraphercy fell ill. A raging fever overtook
the old half-elf's body that rendered him blind, and very weak.
Elhonna and his other pupils tended to him tirelessly for weeks,
offering all of the medicines, and remedies that they knew of. They
sat in vigilant prayer to Mishakal every night that She may cure his
illness, or relieve his suffering.
"It is now my time," Elhonna recalled Xraphercy whispering in her ear
in the last moments of his life, "I have accomplished much in my stay
upon this plane, and wish to return home..." She began to softly weap,
and held the old half-elf's hand in hers. She leaned over, and kissed
him upon his forehead, that still burned fiercely with the fever.
"Rest now, my father, and She will guide your way," she whispered back
comfortingly as Xraphercy drew his last breath.
Despair and grief took Elhonna's soul at his passing, until she
remembered Mishakal's teachings: Fret not for the deaths of others,
remember and honor their memory, but keep your concerns for the living
and those in need of healing and aid.
It was then, that Elhonna decided to depart her beloved village, she
had to learn more about the healing art, and graces of the Gods of
good. With a heavy heart, she gathered all of her possessions, and
bade farewell to all in her village, "I will return someday soon,"
she told them, "I will miss all of you very much, but I must seek
out more knowledge to better my craft, so I can tend to your ailments
better."
With that said, she left... Only turning back once to wave goodbye
to those gathered to see her depart. Wiping a tear from her cheek with
the back of her sleeve, she made way for the city of Palanthas, of
which she'd only heard tales of her entire life.
Now Palanthas stared at her directly in the face, and she wondered
where this journey would take her next.